The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 638: Chapter 635 Children (1)
 

She had fallen asleep, and he wasn’t in much of a mood either.

Perhaps this was the sweet burden of love, as if his soul and body were severed from each other. Part of him missed her dearly, while another part wanted to be loved by her before he could continue to long for her.

Forget it. Ignore her hand and just get some good sleep.

…

However, a bit later in the night, Bo Yan still got his wish.

Xia Siyu had drunk too much beer. It hadn’t seemed like a problem when she went to bed, but a few hours of sleep later, she got up to go to the bathroom—after all, three bottles of beer, 1500 milliliters—that called for a bathroom break, didn’t it?

And since the aftereffects of beer weren’t strong, she was pretty much sober after relieving herself. Realizing she hadn’t brushed her teeth, she quickly rinsed her mouth.

When she returned, Bo Yan was also groggily waking up.

Being groggy or fully awake made little difference to Bo Yan. In any case, as soon as Xia Siyu lifted the blanket, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him, starting with tender caresses that gradually heated up, leading him to yearn for even closer intimacy.

A study has shown that stability in a marital relationship isn’t due to children, but rather the sexual life between spouses. A stable, high-quality marital relationship is the cornerstone of marital affection.

If that reasoning holds, then the marital bond between Bo Yan and Xia Siyu was exceptionally solid, virtually indestructible.

Bo Yan had always been slow to catch on in matters of love. It wasn’t until Xia Siyu decisively dumped him that he realized how deeply he loved her. But she left so decisively, and then quickly became famous, rising to someone he couldn’t easily reach. He could only bide his time, seize the opportunity to register their marriage first, and then draw her into his territory.

And Xia Siyu, who once swore never to revisit old flames, was helpless when faced with Bo Yan. After he pulled her into his sphere of influence, she kept losing her defenses, and now even her heart had succumbed.

Fortunately, Bo Yan showed more restraint, quickly grabbing a small umbrella for protection. In the darkness, he felt a hint of relief. At least the woman in his arms didn’t utterly despise him. She relied on him, yearned for him, and was moved by him, instead of engaging in emotionless, mechanical exchanges.

But still, when she had drunkenly declared “I don’t like him; I will never like him in my entire life” in front of so many people, it had still pricked his nerves.

When he came to his senses, he became more forceful. Bo Yan had always been considerate of her feelings during their intimate moments, even when Xia Siyu wanted it to be more “passionate,” he had held back. With his strength really increasing, and Xia Siyu being delicate, she would become unhappy and reflexively kick back at him without any mercy.

But tonight, he suddenly didn’t feel like holding back; he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction. The passionate Xia Siyu seemed a little overwhelmed, but thankfully, she had drunk a lot that day, and her tolerance was at its MAX. Although slightly uncomfortable, it was still within a bearable range.

After it was over, Bo Yan felt that he might have gone too far, silently cleaning up and then gently saying, “I’m sorry.”

Xia Siyu wasn’t too affected, but when he rested again, she reached out to embrace his arm, “I need to hold something to fall asleep.”

As a child, she hugged a pillow; later on, it was her mother’s arm. Now, it had become Bo Yan.

Bo Yan paused, a tang of bittersweetness filling his heart. He nodded, letting her hold him, and kissed her forehead, “I’m sorry.”